Kinda. I guess I shouldn't say fear as much as "shock and awe". I was kneeling with my hands on my head crying because of the sensory overload. It wasnt painful or scary, but rather just too much going in at once.

Feel that. My last few acid trips were way too intense. Basically blanked out for maybe hours at a time (maybe minutes) with my thoughts working like one of those stroke infomercials where you see the words blur on the screen and the letters get all mixed up, except it was happening in my thoughts. And I couldn't for the life of me remember what was going on with me, I basically spent hours going what is acid am I on acid what is acid and trying to google it on my phone only to not be able to read the articles forgetting about what I was doing and then repeating the same thing. Not bad bad, though the initial realization that oh fuck this is going to be strong did induce some panic, but just weirdly out of control with zero comprehension of what was happening.

The first time I was on LSD I remember the vibrations just got way too intense for me that i actually started getting a headache. My room increasingly started to dissolve in waves of patterns so once that got too overwhelming I just decided to chill on my bed and close my eyes and enjoy watching the cool close eyed visuals. The gibberish and soupy thoughts came after that but I remember listening to music and despite not knowing wtf any of it meant it made perfect sense and i was so amazed that i couldn't stop smiling. I also half remember looking at a poster in my room and i saw a banana and started hearing jungle drums in the distance idk.

It was before my freshman year started when everyone had just moved into the dorms and my friend invited me to do some. I just walked around the dorms (that I didn't live in) and talked to everyone cause I was like "I'm dead so my actions have no consequences". Met two roommates both named Matt and that fucked me up.

I somehow lost my friend and wandered back to my apartment where my sister and her boyfriend were my roommates. Usually my sister is at home and her boyfriend are at work but when I got him he was at home napping and she was at work (she worked like once a week), so I was like "well this isn't my reality so I'm definitely dead". I thought that he was just a placeholder in that reality because I couldn't interact with him.

I went "Hey Seth, are you real?" and he woke up confused as fuck. Then he realized what was going on and laid me down on the sofa until my sister came home.

It was an incredibly dumb thing to do because I had no idea how much I ate.